A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Arielle, who was on the cruise, stared at the two threads as she summarized Ronald’s words for Vinson.

-Instantly, Vinson looked even tenser. “I don’t know much about him since he’s very secretive… But I remember hearing his voice when those people tried to kill me at sea. He called me a ‘dirty black rat.’ I guess he hates the color black.”

At once, Arielle placed the dagger below the black thread. She put her phone between her shoulder and her cheek. “I’ll cut the black one, then…”

Vinson’s forehead began to perspire heavily. Agitated, he paced back and forth. “Wait! How much time do you have left?”

Arielle glanced at the timer. “Fifteen seconds.”

“Let me think. Let me think…” Upon closer observation, there was a slight tremble in Vinson’s voice.

Never in his life had he felt this nervous before.

later, Vinson gritted his teeth and cried, “Don’t cut it! Arielle, run! Jump overboard! I’m not entirely sure about

that very moment, immense fear,

catch that bastard who caused this

he put Arielle

gamble with her life based

dared not

Vinson tightened the grip on his phone and said with a quiver in his voice,

I’ll live in remorse and agony for the rest

There’s always hope as long as you’re alive!” Vinson added hastily, “Even if you don’t care about yourself, you gotta consider your mother, too! Who’ll find out

before placing the phone away from her. Then, she turned

don’t cut it!” Vinson

murderous aura. He seemed to be shrouded in a dark mist,